Izzie’s POV
I sat in my hospital room, biting the fingernails of my right hand nervously. My left hand was in Brendon’s. His fingers brushed over the ring he gave me almost five years ago.
He glanced at me, noticing how restless I was. He pushed my hair back from my face and kissed the side of my head reassuringly.
“You’ll be fine, Iz.”
“Brendon, I’m scared,” I said, squeezing his hand.
“Don’t be,” he responded, bringing my hand to his lips. “We’ll have our baby and then we’ll go home tomorrow,” he said firmly, gently placing a hand on my once-flat-now-round stomach. I closed my eyes as he pressed his lips against my hand again.
“Mr. And Mrs. Urie?” A doctor interrupted, walking in. I opened my eyes again. “We’re going to have to do an emergency C-section,” she stated grimly. I gripped Brendon’s hand tighter.
“Bren-”
“I know,” he said calmly, leaning close to my ear. “Everything will be okay.”
“What if something happens?”
“All that’s going to happen is that we’re going to have our baby,” he said, pushing stray hairs off of my forehead. He leaned close again. “Do you know what?” he whispered, trying to get my mind off of it.
“What?” I breathed back.
“She’s going to have your eyes,” he stated. “She’s going to look just like you.”
“Whose nose?” I asked softly, starting to calm down. He smiled.
“My nose. But your hair,” he decided.
“Your lips,” I added, as he kissed the tips of my fingers.
“And she’ll be beautiful, just like you.” I smiled in spite of it.
“Mrs. Urie?” the doctor asked again, interrupting our whispering. “We have to get started soon.” The panic rose in my chest again.
“I can’t,” I blurted out, gripping Brendon’s hand tightly all over again.
“Can we have a minute?” Brendon asked her. She nodded, then left the room.
“I can’t,” I insisted, feeling my eyes getting a little wet. He wiped them calmly.
“When the sun found the moon, she was drinking tea in the garden, under the green umbrella trees in the middle of summer,” he began to sing softly into my ear. “When the moon found the sun, he looked like he was barely hanging on, but her eyes saved his life in the summer…”
“We can’t wait anymore,” the doctor said, coming back a minute later.
“She’s ready,” Brendon answered for me.
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I opened my eyes and rubbed them before realizing Brendon was sitting next to me, holding something and singing to it quietly. He glanced up from the bundle in his arms to smile at me. I sat up straight.
“Look, your mommy’s up,” he said, before placing the little bundle in my arms. I took our daughter from him carefully. I looked down at her little face, speechless. He scooted closer to me, making funny faces and sounds at the baby. “What’s wrong, Iz?” Brendon questioned curiously, stopping to grin at me.
“I just…I can’t believe it,” I said, just staring at her. “She’s ours.”
“She’s beautiful,” he said, touching her little pink face. “Just like I told you.” I nodded wordlessly. I kissed her forehead and rocked her a little in my arms as Brendon watched.
“Mrs. Urie, you have some visitors,” a nurse announced, walking in.
“They can come in,” I responded. She left again. The guys and Elle came in a minute later with big smiles on their faces. They all crowded around me and Brendon.
“Oh…can I carry her?” Elle asked eagerly, practically bursting with excitement. I nodded, even though I didn’t really want to let her go. She took her from my hands with extreme care. “Hi, baby,” she whispered, kissing her cheek before passing her onto Ryan.
“I’m your uncle Ryan,” he told her. “And that’s your aunt Elle,” he added.
“Aw, Ryan…” Elle said wistfully, as she stared at my daughter. “I want one.” I laughed.
“Uh…and here’s your aunt Spencer,” Ryan joked, placing her in Spence’s arms, and away from Elle, who pouted.
“Very funny,” he said, rolling his eyes at Ryan. He made a couple funny faces at her.
“It’s like baby hot potato,” Jon commented, as Spencer passed her on.
“I call being godfather,” Ryan said, as Jon handed her back to me and Brendon.
“No fair!” Spencer complained. “What am I supposed to be?” he demanded.
“Godmother,” Jon commented, snickering.
“You’re hilarious,” Spencer informed him dryly, as I laughed at him.
“What’s her name?” Elle asked.
“Um…” I said thoughtfully, studying her in my arms.
“Isabella,” Brendon answered promptly. I turned a little pink.
“Brendon…” I began, protesting. I never really liked my name.
“And we’ll call her Bella for short,” he continued.
“You know Bella means ‘beautiful’ in some foreign language?” Jon stated thoughtfully.
“Thanks, Jon,” Ryan said, rolling his eyes. We laughed.
“Fine,” I agreed finally, staring down at “Bella,” who did have my eyes and hair, and Brendon’s nose and full lips.
It suited her.
